BIO: A sweet girl who tends to be a bit of a wallflower. She is a sweetheart to most and tries to find the positives in everyone, but she is stubborn when it comes to helping out others. Briella loves to read books and uses it as an escape from reality, although she has the necessary things to live a decent life, she just wishes that her parents could pay more attention towards her. She does her best in school and does everything she can to make her parents proud of her, so they might turn her way and at least offer a smile. She understands that their jobs take most of their energy and are tired at the end of the day, but she wishes that she could have her parents back. With no siblings, she finds herself a lone and would often walk towards the park. If there was one thing that she loved dearly, that would be nature. Maybe the reason why she loves it so much is due to the fact that her happiest moments with her family were when they were surrounded by trees and grass.

Likes: Books, Nature, Animals, Sweets and anything that looks cute. She loves all kind of animals and has a soft spot for small creaturesDislikes: Violence, being called short, and not taken serious. Doesn't like seeing others upset or bullied. She hates it when nature is mistreated or polluted and is saddened when there are no animals at the park.

PLOT: Muse A has always loved nature. Even though they live in an urban area, they find the time to walk to the local park every day and spend a few quiet moments enjoying the greenery and animals around them. They always relax on the same wooden bench and lately have been noticing the animals seem to have grown accustomed to their presence. In particular one beautiful, curious crow. It keeps its distance, but always appears so intelligent and sharp, watching intently with its ebony eyes.One day Muse A brings a small bag of trail mix as an offering to their new feathered friend. The crow caws happily and devours the assortment of raisins and nuts. The following day Muse A returns with a snack and the crow is there, this time with a shiny twist of metal in its beak. When the treats are scattered along the ground, the bird drops the paperclip - a gift - at Muse A’s feet.This ritual exchange carries on until one day, the crow doesn’t show. Muse A is heartbroken, missing the therapeutic one-sided talks and charming company of their wild friend. Muse B appears, seemingly out of nowhere and sits down on the wooden bench beside a visibly distraught Muse A. Wordlessly, Muse B hands Muse A a small metal trinket, a perfect addition to Muse A’s collection. Is the gesture enough to reveal the truth about Muse B? The shapeshifter had been their crow companion the entire time.

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Clipside of the pinkeye flight I'm not the percent you think survives I need sanctuary in the pages of this book Gestating with all the other rats Nurse said that my skin will need a graft I am of pockmarked shapes The vermin you need to loathe

Clipside of the pinkeye flight I'm not the percent you think survives I need sanctuary in the pages of this book Gestating with all the other rats Nurse said that my skin will need a graft I am of pockmarked shapes The vermin you need to loathe

Name: AhiPersonalty: Quiet. In human form, he can't approach new people that well, but as an animal, he feels a bit more comfortable meeting people for the first time, so he useally makes friends with people as an animal first, hell, some people only know him as an animal.

Clipside of the pinkeye flight I'm not the percent you think survives I need sanctuary in the pages of this book Gestating with all the other rats Nurse said that my skin will need a graft I am of pockmarked shapes The vermin you need to loathe

Clipside of the pinkeye flight I'm not the percent you think survives I need sanctuary in the pages of this book Gestating with all the other rats Nurse said that my skin will need a graft I am of pockmarked shapes The vermin you need to loathe

Clipside of the pinkeye flight I'm not the percent you think survives I need sanctuary in the pages of this book Gestating with all the other rats Nurse said that my skin will need a graft I am of pockmarked shapes The vermin you need to loathe

Her parents were going to be pulling another late shift and Briella had just finished her homework. She leaned against her her desk chair and couldn't help but look over at the open window and watch the birds fly by. She still couldn't believe that a small bird had willingly approached her. Granted that most small creatures already knew her, but they still hesitated, the bird that she found at the park was different, maybe it has to do with it going after her trail mix. Contemplating whether the bird would be there or not, Briella jumped up from her chair and slipped on a pair of flats before heading out of her house and towards the local park. The park was also a forest of sorts, meaning that wild creatures were present, but mostly minded their own business. Briella stopped by a store and bought a back of trail mix and continued on her way to the park. Not a lot of people visit the park, but you do have the occasional parents with their families. She headed towards the bench that was under the tree and waited for her feathery friend.

Ahi, as a crow, hops over to the bench, where he had met that girl. The girl was nice to him, feeding him, and regularly saw him. He brought a paper clip in his beak, being one of the only things that he could carry as a crow. When he got up to her, he looked up at her.

Clipside of the pinkeye flight I'm not the percent you think survives I need sanctuary in the pages of this book Gestating with all the other rats Nurse said that my skin will need a graft I am of pockmarked shapes The vermin you need to loathe

"You're back!" Briella proclaimed in awe as her feathered friend landed beside her. Her eyes moved towards his beak and took note that he had a paper clip in it. "Is that for me?" She asked curiously while opening the bag and placing a pile of the mix in front of him.

The crow nods and lays it down at her feet. He starts hopping around, waiting for food. Hopping over to the pile the crow pecks at the pile of trail mix, eating it. He caws happily as he eats.

Clipside of the pinkeye flight I'm not the percent you think survives I need sanctuary in the pages of this book Gestating with all the other rats Nurse said that my skin will need a graft I am of pockmarked shapes The vermin you need to loathe

Clipside of the pinkeye flight I'm not the percent you think survives I need sanctuary in the pages of this book Gestating with all the other rats Nurse said that my skin will need a graft I am of pockmarked shapes The vermin you need to loathe